Lord of the Greenwood

Lord of the Greenwood

Carved, half-hidden,
I am the face you see
in all trees – amid the thickest leaves.
Watch ten rays of sun
sweet-talk the morning mist,
high above my pagan heart,
where knotted roots
speak a tango to twisted limbs.

Seek only the path
with no end, for lips of berry
and sunlight linger there.
Sense Mother Earth and how
she connects me to your world.
Look deep into my eyes
hear the whisper of the wild,
it is where you and I belong.

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